The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-18
BAKED BEANS.
They Are Said to be Panacea for
Every Human III.
From The Chicago Ne,cs


From The Chicago Ne,cs
The members of the Boston Commercial
Club are charming gentlemen. They are
now the guests of tho Chicago Commercial
Club, and are being shown every attention
that our market affords They are fine
looking lot, well dressed and well hammered,
with just enough whislscrs TO be impressive
without being imposing
This is daincd likely village" said
Seth Adams last evening. Everybody is
rushin' round an dom business as if his life
depended ON it. Should think thoy'd git all
tuckered out fore night, but I'll be darned
if there amt Just as many folks on the street
after nightfall as afore. We're stoppin' at
the Palmer tavern, and my chamber is up so
alfred high that can count all your meet
in'-house steepleS from the windern
Last night five on six of these Boston mer-
chants sat around the office of tho hotel and
discussed matters and things. Pretty soon
they got to talking about beans-this was
the subject which they dwelt ON with evil
dent pleasure
'Waal, sir said Epharim Taft, whole
sale dealer inmaple sugar and favored loz-
enges, you kin talk bout Your new-fash-
Toned dishes an high-falutin' 'eatin', but
when you come right down to it, there amt
no better eatin' then dish o baked pork n
beansm
That's so, b goshm chorused the
others.
''The truth o. the matter isl continued
Mr.. Taft, 'that beans is good for everybody
IT don't make no difference whether he's
well or sick. Why, I've known a thousand
folks-waal, mebbe not quite a thousand,
but-waal, now, just to show, take the case
of Bill Holbrook-you remember Bill, don't
yeM
"Bin Holbrook2n said Mr. Ezra Eastman:
''why, of course do! Used to live down
to Brimfeld, next to the Moses Howard
FARM
That's the man." resumed Mr.. Taft,
'Waal, Bill fell sick, kinder moped round
tired for a week or two an then tuck to his
bed. His folks sent for Dock Smith-ol'
Dock Smith that used to carry round pair
O leather saddlebags- gosh, they don't have
no sech doctors nowadays WAL, the dock
he come an he looked at Bills tongue and
felt NV his pulse, an said that Bill had
typhus fever. OF Dock Smith was a
very careful, conservative man, and he
never said nothin' unless he knowed he was
right"
Bill began to git worse, an he KEEP git
tin worse ev'ry day. One 1nornin' OF Dock
Smith seq: Look a-here, Bill, guess you're
goner; as tigger it, you can't hoP out till
nightfall -"
bein' held, so Of Dock Smith sent over for
young Dock Brainerd. calclate that
next to OF Dock Smith, young Dock
Brainerd was the smartest doctor that ever
lived.
WAL, pretty soon along come Dock
Brainerd, an he an Dock Smith went all
over Bill an looked at his tongue an felt NV
his pulse an told him it was a gone case an
that he had to die. Then they went off into
IA no obal.t IN hold flnir 70
ton.
WAL, Billhe lay there in the front room
a-pantin' an'a-gaspin' and a-wond'rin'
whether it wuz true. AS he was thinkin'
up come the girl to git a clean tablecloth
out of the clothes press, an she left the door
ajar as she come in. Bill he gave sniff
an his eyes grew more natural like; he gath
cred together all the strength he had, and
he raised himself up on one elbow an shifted
'Sary,' says he, 'wot's that a cookin'P
Beans, says she, beans for dinner
=" 'Sary, says the dyin' man, 4 must hav
plate nv them beansr
'SakeS, alive, Mr.. Holbrook' SAYS she,
if you was to eat any O. them beans it'd kill
YET
If I've got to die says he, Pm goin'
to die happy; fetch me plate Nv them
beansr
WAL, Sary she pixies off to the DOCTORS
"'Look a-here,' says she, Mr.. Holbrook
smelt the beans coolSin' and he says he's got
to have plate Nv em. Now, what shall 1
do about it"
"'Waal, DOCTOR says Dock Smith, what
do you think bout tF
6" He's got to die anyhow says Dock
Brainerd an l don't suppose the beans II
make any difference
." That's they way figger it, says Dock
Smith; in all my practice | never know Of
beans hurtin' anybody
$50 Sary went down to the kitchen an
brought up plateful of hot baked beans
Dock Smith raised Bill up in bed, and Dock
Brainerd put piller under the small NV Bills
back. Then Sary sat down by the bed an
fed them beans into Bill until Bill couldn't
hold any more.
How air you feeling nowf asked Dock
Smith
"'Bill didn't say nuthin'; he jest smiled
sort NV peaceful like an closed his eyes.
" The end hez come, said Dock Brainerd,
softly; Bill is dyil''
Then Bill murmured kind O PARKWAY
like los If he was dreamin); 4 amt dyin'
I'm dead am in heaYenn
Next mornin' Bill got out NV bed an
done big days work on the farm, an he
haint he'd II sick spell since. Them beans
cured him! tell you, sir, that beans is"
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